ouuu shiii request 🤤🤤 reader has a habit of sleeping with one leg up and lifts it while laying on jungwon one day 🤣🤤let your imagination run free goat
warnings ᯓ. bsf!jungwon, reader is clueless af, smut, mdni, foul language, bigdick!won, dry humping, p in v, unprotected (don’t), 18+ .
. . . your eyes shot open to the noises of the city filtering through the thin window. it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to— but jungwon’s apartment sat much closer to the heart of downtown, where the city never really seemed to sleep.
you blinked away the last traces of sleep, taking in the faint glow of the full moon spilling through the curtains. the digital clock on his nightstand read 4:01 a.m. too fucking early.
with a quiet sigh, you shifted, searching for a more comfortable position— or at least you tried to. your brows pinched together. why couldn’t you move?
you squinted your eyes— attempting to see in the darkness, slowly collecting that the pillow you normally hook under your leg was radiating warmth. it wasn’t a pillow. it was your best friend.
jungwons arm was thrown around your waist, your leg thrown over his lap and hooked around him. memories of staying up too late watching obsession and pausing every second to make funny comments came flooding back to you.
you slowly began to pull your leg off of him, trying way too hard not to wake him.
“mmm… don’t.” jungwons eyes stayed closed, his voice rough with sleep as he absentmindedly rested a hand on your knee, holding it exactly where it was. “comfy.”
your mouth fell open. you lay back down, readjusting your thigh over him— jesus. he’s fucking bricked.
“jungwon,” your breath hitched, still looking at him.
“hm?” he propped his head up, eyes pulling open, laced with sleep.
“you’re…” you looked down then back at jungwon, who was now smiling lazily.
“morning thing,” he dragged his words on, clearly tired. “help me with it, hm?”
your eyes widened. did he mean what you think he did? “you mean like-“
“only if you want.”
you were dumbfounded. sure, you’d had sex. but with jungwon? you were sure you would never have a chance with him— you gave it up years ago when he started throwing around the ‘best friend’ title. “yeah,” your voice came out strained.
he sat up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap and rolling his hips against yours, earning a low moan out of both of you.
he put his hand on the nape of your neck and slammed his mouth against yours. continuing to guide you against him as his grip on your hips grew tighter.
you tore your shirt off before continuing the kiss, your hips still rutting against the tent in his sweatpants.
“shit—” you panted, digging your nails into jungwons shoulders as the knot in your stomach grew needier.
the friction brought a low whimper out of jungwon that only made you wetter. he gave in, pulling his boxers down just enough— cock springing free while you lifted off him to discard the rest of your clothes.
he groaned at the feeling of your entrance. a small wet squelch noise filled the room as you whimpered, adjusting to the stretch.
a ragged trail of red runs down his cheeks, his eyes filled with lust watching your walls surround his cock. it was a beautiful sight, even in the dark.
you whined, sitting in place and looking down, his size causing pain that was hardly allowing you to move yourself. “sorry,” you felt bad making him wait, slowly getting used to the new feeling.
he chuckled lowly, tracing comforting circles in your arm. “it’s ok,” he reassured. “when you’re ready.”
you started slowly pulling on and off of him, both of your uncontrollable noises from years of yearning filling the room. “nngh— fuck!” your arm flew to grab his bicep as your pace grew faster.
your slick covered the base of his cock, slowly dripping down with every thrust until it reached his lower stomach.
he whimpered through his teeth, bringing a desperate hand to your tit and throwing his head back. “shit— m’ gonna-“
your vision grew hazy at the extreme amounts of bliss, lashes fluttering and jaw slack.
you grinded down one last desperate circle, crying out as your walls clenched hard around him and you both tipped over the edge, his hips instinctively jerking upward into you.
“did that help?” you said mockingly, pulling yourself off and falling beside him.
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a/n: sorry this took so long anon i have too many drafts
Reputational Transfer Theory – Entry #01
Date: 3rd of January. Year: 2025
Time: 16:48
Location: East Parking Lot, Outside Gymnasium
Subject A: Weston Brown (Cheerleader. Female. High-Status. Age 21)
Observer: Jungwon Yang (Me)
Objective
To test whether Subject A's established social dominance and perceived charisma can be effectively transferred through relational association.
Hypothesis
Pairing with a high-status individual (Subject A) will increase observer's perceived social value in school ecosystem.
First Encounter: Subject A (Weston Brown) agreed to terms of the arrangement following cheer practice. Initial contact occurred while Subject A was in an emotionally heightened state due to receiving notification of academic probation and impending removal from the cheer squad (this is important for her social hierarchy standing). Emotional vulnerability likely increased receptiveness to negotiation.
Proposal delivered as rehearsed: academic tutoring in exchange for the public perception of a romantic relationship. Subject A initially interpreted said proposal as humor, indicating low prior probability that someone of (my) social standing would initiate such a request. Laughter observed immediately after proposal.
Notably, the laughter did not appear purely dismissive. Subject A maintained proximity throughout the exchange (approx. 2.1-2.3ft) indicating curiosity or willingness to engage further. Laughter lasted between 5-7 seconds, followed by visible recovery and continued engagement in conversation rather than immediate withdrawal. This indicates the proposal retained enough novelty or intrigue to override initial rejection.
Subject A requested justification for the arrangement. Provided modified explanation regarding social visibility and reputational value. It is crucial (she) remains unaware of the true motive behind this experiment, in order to minimize risk of negatively impacting results – deeming the experiment otiose. Subject appeared receptive to modified framing. Agreement was reached with several conditions imposed by Subject A (morning coffee, lunch expenses, improved clothing presentation). Conditions accepted without resistance in order to maintain experimental integrity.
Important observation: Subject A laughed a total of three (3) times during the interaction. Tone shifted from mocking (first instance) to lighter, more conversational (subsequent instances). This progression suggests increasing comfort and willingness to entertain the arrangement.
Conclusion: Experiment successfully initiated. Subject A displays curiosity regarding the potential influence of the arrangement on social perception. Continued observation required to evaluate behavioral shifts under prolonged proximity and reputational linkage.
Preliminary Assessment
Cooperation Probability – High.
Influence Potential – Significant.
Self-Observation: Notable physiological responses during the interaction included increased heart rate, heightened awareness of Subject A's proximity, and temporary disruption of rehearsed dialogue. These responses are likely the result of initiating a socially atypical request. No further anomalies observed.
Further data collection begins immediately.
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The fluorescent lights in the admin office flicker overhead, buzzing like a mosquito with nowhere to die. Jungwon has been in here all afternoon, reorganizing a filing system so outdated it might actually be a crime. Honestly, he wasn't just organizing. He was observing. Every late assignment, every disciplinary notice, every glowing letter of recommendation, it was all right here – in what should be alphabetical order. He had to fight the urge to tear apart the nonexistent system and create an actually functional one. They'd thank him.
He's reaching for the athletic eligibility folders with a roll of his eyes; they are mixed in with the college recommendation letters for a reason he's positive doesn't exist. Edges stained with old coffee, overstuffed with pages that most likely could've been condensed to just one document. Scanners were invented for a reason. His eyes are catching one in particular, folder marked in thick black ink – unlike any of the other names that are so neatly typed, this one is written in marker. The kind of marker teachers use when they're mad or making a point. Brown, Weston.
Of course.
A red stamp bleeds across the top in streaky lettering: ACADEMIC PROBATION. He snorts under his breath, the least bit surprised at the sight. Weston Brown was a lot of things: popular, loud, hot, untouchable... but studious was nowhere near the list. If only charisma were GPA- weighted, she'd be valedictorian. Instead, she's stuck with what her brain is actually capable of. He flips the first page, eyes scanning over the grading sheet; not much.
The printout stapled to the front of the page flutters slightly from the breeze of the oscillating fan sat in the corner. His thumb holds it steady as he reads over the words signed in angry red ink, signatures from both her homeroom teacher and cheer coach.
Academic Probation Notice: Due to failure to meet academic requirements, Weston Brown will no longer be permitted to participate in any school-sponsored athletic activities, pending an improvement in GPA.
He tries, but its impossible to imagine the cheer squad without Weston leading the pack. She was the top of the pyramid, literally and socially. Weston was anomaly-level popular. The kind of girl people talked about even when she wasn't in the room. Teachers excused her, boys begged for her, and girls imitated her without even realizing it. It wasn't just that she was pretty, there were a lot of pretty girls in the world. But Weston, she was like mythology. A real medusa type that could make someone relevant just by looking at them.
She made attention a currency. And if you had her attention, even for a second, you mattered. It was disgusting. Extremely confusing. And undeniably genius. Acknowledgment from her could turn any loser desirable and it said so much about the teenage brain and how easily influenced it was. Someone should study it.
There was something inhumanly efficient in the way Weston Brown navigated life, like she knew exactly who she was and never had a thought doubting it. Confidence like that was something people naturally gravitated to. All big eyes and glossy lips and a laugh that made you desperate to earn it again. She truly was something else.
She walked the halls like it was her name on the deed. Knew the exact angle to tilt her chin that made people lean in, hanging on to her every last word. Knew when to speak, when to stay quiet, and when to flash a smile that could set an entire room ablaze. It was fascinating. Never lost her cool or buckled under all the attention, she never even broke a sweat. She didn't even have to try to be so magnetic, she just was. Like gravity.
And while Jungwon liked to pride himself as being the exception, the only one not trapped in her orbit, the truth was: he watched her too. She was the catalyst of the irrational social hierarchy that confused him, so of course he observed her. And he could never keep himself from wondering: What would happen if someone like her, dated someone like him?
He's seen the fleeting effects of casually knowing Weston Brown, but what about intimately? Would she be cast off as a loser for giving one a chance or would he raise to her same height of popularity? How long would it take before their reputations changed? Would she be taken more seriously for dating someone as straight edged as him? Or would he become a joke? Would the school even be able to handle it?
It was just a theory, a baseless hypothesis that he assumed would never be tested. But now. With her file in hand, the looming threat of being benched surely hanging over her head – it's like a million doors and windows were opening. His greatest experiment yet. A simulation. A chance to study the effects of her influence up close. And the stuttered D's on her progress report meant she needed him just as badly as he needed her.
It was a win-win.
JANUARY 3RD, 2025 | 16:23
The hallway outside the gym smells like old sweat, hairspray and reheated pizza. Jungwon has been standing outside the double doors for the last sixteen minutes, practicing his proposal. Urging his nerves to not get the better of him. It was no big deal. Just asking the most popular girl on campus to fake date in exchange for tutoring. The worst she could do was... point and laugh in his face while the other girls on the squad joined. No big deal.
His confidence dwindles as the seconds ticked by, passed by almost every girl on the squad without a second glance. Decidedly invisible. No way someone like Weston would agree to this dumb plan, he's lost it. Two seconds before he's turning and heading in the other direction, the door to the girls' locker room is being slammed open hard enough to make the metal frame shake. Weston storms out.
Her ponytail sags, cheeks flushed pink and mouth set in a furious line. Manicured fingers balled into fists as her white sneakers stomped against the tile so hard he could see her thighs vibrate. She's muttering under her breath, a string of curses that would make even a sailor blush. She hasn't cried, not yet, but her eyes are glassy, the corner of her lash strips starting to lift. The words from her coach still echo through her ears.
“The end of the semester. If we don't see improvement, you're benched. I'm sorry, Weston.” Yeah, right she's sorry. If she was actually sorry she wouldn't be benching her in the first place. So what if she got a few D's it's not like she needed to know math in order to form the perfect scorpion. Perfect. Everything she did on the field was no less than perfect and they were going to bench her? How would they even survive?
This had to be a joke. Some sick humiliation ritual, because benching the best on the team just didn't make sense. A finger lifts to rub at her eye, smudging the glitter she had carefully applied that morning. She'd care if it wasn't the end of the day. If her life wasn't over. Her life was over, there was no other way to look at it. She was going to be warming the bench with the other rejects. She can already picture the triumphant smirks from her so-called-teammates from the top of pyramid.
Oh, god.
Weston passes Jungwon without so much of a glance, tugging her bag further up on her shoulder. It's sad to say he's used to it, standing directly in her eye-line – but still so easily ignored. As if he was the same as the tree a few feet away. Just there, inconspicuously blending in. With a huff, he's jogging to catch up to her. “Hey, Weston! Wait up,” She startles at the sound of her name, only further proving that she hadn't noticed him standing there – not in the slightest bit.
She hesitates for a moment, debating if she should just keep walking. In no mood for a write-up over something stupid. He's standing in front of her before she has the chance to flee, though. His grip shifts on the folder in his hand and her eyes scan over it. It's hers, the same one from the office with the unmistakable red letters: ACADEMIC PROBATION. It's like it's mocking her.
“Can I help you?” There's bite in her tone that she doesn't bother to mask.
He lifts the folder so she can see it properly, but she doesn't bother to look at it. “I need to talk to you,” He says, voice flat, like he's reciting a line from a script. “About this,” Weston blinks, eyes flickering to the folder before she's pinning him with the coldest stare – hell could freeze over. She plays dumb. “If you're trying to give me another dress code violation, you can shove it up your ass. I'm not in the mood,” She scoffs, shoulder knocking against his as she passes him.
Jungwon reaches for her on instinct, fingers catching her wrist before she can get too far away. The raise of her brows has him dropping her hand just as quickly. “It's not that,” He says, clearing his throat. He's desperately trying to remember what he had rehearsed, but he can hardly think straight under her intimidating gaze. It was a wonder people actually managed to hold conversations with her.
Her expression shifts, not bothering to hide the annoyance she feels – like he's an pop-up ad she can't skip fast enough. She doesn't say anything else, just crosses her arms over her chest and waits. It has him scrambling for his next set of words more than he had been before. “I can help you,” He blurts out without thinking, afraid that she might try to walk away again if he didn't hurry to the point. He was right.
Weston's quiet for a full three seconds before her expression softens, just a bit. “You're the hall monitor, right? What's your name again?” He ignores the slight burn that she doesn't even know his name, and answers. “Jungwon,”
“Right. Jungwon. How do you plan to help me?” Her smile is sickeningly sweet, but he doesn't offer one back. He doesn't look away, either. Instead, he opens the folder – not fully, just enough to pull out the first page. Her progress report. “Your GPA is below eligibility and you're on the verge of academic probation.” Weston rolls her eyes, if she hears those two words again – she'll surely rip her hair out.
She feigns indifference. “And?” Jungwon's brows furrows, eyes searching her features. Does she not care? Maybe she doesn't know what that means. “They're going to bench you,” He needlessly explains. Her gaze sharpens and he has to rush his next sentence before she's storming off again. “I can fix it,” He rushes.
Weston squints. “...Fix what, exactly?”
“Your grades. I'll tutor you. Math, biology, whatever's dragging you down.” Her hands drop to her hips, popping one out with an arched brow. “In exchange for...?” Nothing was free, she knew that fact all too well. Jungwon can tell that she's intrigued, that was half the job, right? Now he just needed to land it. Needed to offer up the plan like it was a good idea for the both of them.
He clears his throat, tucking the folder under his arm and standing up a bit straighter. “In exchange, I want you to pretend to be my girlfriend,” He voice doesn't crack or stutter and he's genuinely proud of himself. That lasts all of one second, the sound of Weston's laughter cracking his confidence. She leans over, hand pressed against her chest as the sharp pretty sound falls from her lips. It's a few seconds before she's calming, catching her breath as she reaches up to wipe the wetness from her eyes. “That's a joke, right?”
Jungwon doesn't flinch, doesn't falter. He was already in this deep, might as well see it to the end. She's looking over him now, properly. Taking in the seriousness in his eyes, the determined pout of his lips. “Wait, are you... serious?” He couldn't be, right? What would everyone think? Benched and then dating a loser on top of that. Great. She can't help the way she dissects his appearances, the way too big glasses, crisp button down tucked into a pair of slacks. What? Was he auditioning for a role in The Butler?
“I'm serious.”
Weston snorts. “Why me?”
This was that part that he wrestled with the most, does he tell her the truth or lie? Because the truth, that he wants to run a long-term experiment to test how perception and proximity affect reputational value, is not something that she'd understand. And on top of that, her being in on it, might skew the results in a way that'd deem the entire experiment useless. She couldn't know the truth. Not now. Not yet. Probably not ever.
He just needed to come up with a reason that she'd understand, that was a lot easier than he had initially thought. His gaze drops, voice softening – feigning uncertainty that would match his next set of words. “Because I'm tired of being a nobody.” He says. And that gets her attention, just like he knew it would. “I don't play any sports. Everyone treats me like I don't exist, until they need an answer sheet or something–“ Each word holds just enough weight to make it sound like the truth and he's letting out an exasperated sigh for effect.
“I'm not trying to be prom king or anything, I just want... to be seen?” He couldn't care less about the opinion of the obnoxious idiots that littered the halls, but they mattered to Weston and right now he needed her to believe they were aligned. She watches him, chewing on the inside of his cheek and she's so obviously falling for it. “I figured,” He says, quieter now. “if people thought I was with someone like you... I'd actually be noticed,”
Her nose wrinkles, lip twitches, she's pleasantly amused, though she'd never admit it. “So you want to use me?” She asks through a laugh of disbelief, the bite gone from her tone. Jungwon's shoulders lift in a shrug, “I'd be fixing your GPA, while you fix my social life. It's mutually parasitic.” Weston lets out a real laugh this time, not mocking or sarcastic, just light and pretty. Pride blooms in Jungwon's chest – that she swiftly snuffs out.
“You think anyone's gonna believe I'm dating a nobody like you?” It's not meant to be a dig or mean, just curious. Factual. And despite the insult, Jungwon can feel the smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “Not unless you sell it,” That makes her laugh again. Prettier than the last one. Her head shakes slightly, fingers pressing at the bridge of her nose. It's a full minute before she's looking up at him, “You're weird as hell,”
He grins at that with no idea why, “So I've been told,”
“And this is a really stupid idea,” She adds. Yet, she can't deny the competitive fire that curls in her stomach. Jungwon wanted her to make him into someone like her, someone that turned heads, worth the whispers, someone magnetic. Would simply dating her be enough? It would be a lie to say she wasn't curious to find out. How much power did she actually hold in this school? Could he be cool just because she said he was?
Her head tilts slightly. “So you'd do my homework?” His answer comes before she's even able to finish her sentence. “No.” She frowns. “But, I'll teach you how to do it yourself,” She scoffs, sounds like a lot of work for her when the only part of his deal was to act completely and entirely in love with her. Easy.
“That's the deal,” There's a sternness in his tone that she's not used to hearing directed toward her. “No shortcuts. You want to stay on the team, you learn and you do well. All I need from you is an illusion,” Weston rolls her eyes, but she doesn't say no. Instead, she rummages through her gym bag until she's pulling out her phone – extending her arm out to him. “You better not make me look like a loser,” It's an empty threat.
Jungwon's quick to take her phone, fingers flying across the screen to type his number in. “I won't,” His heart pounds in his chest, unable to believe that she actually agreed. “And dress better too, you look like a guidance counselor.” She mutters snatching her phone back with a look of disgust shot in his direction. He's way too excited to even feel offended, all the possible outcomes of this experiment floating through his mind.
He answers mindlessly, “I'll work on it,”
“And you have to bring me coffee every morning. And pay for my lunch. Any boyfriend would,” Nails tap against the screen of her phone rhythmically as she stares. “I'll write up an invoice,” He says. That makes her laugh again, for the third time. She straightens after a moment, arms lifting to tighten her ponytail, tugging her bag further up her shoulder. It's all so casual, as if she didn't just agree to rewrite both of their lives.
She's walking off with a tight smile, “I'll text you,” Called over her shoulder as she moves.
Jungwon watches her go. The swish of her skirt, the swing of her hair. This was going to be his best experiment yet. He couldn't care less about buying her coffee or lunch. Or whether or not the popular kids thought he was a loser. Or even if she thought he was 'cute enough' to date. He was more focused on her than ever. How her behavior shifts under pressure. Whether the pedestal she's on can survive the weight of someone like him. If she'll rise or if he'll bring her down with him.
And he was so close to figuring it out, he could almost taste it.
— jungwon has always preferred observing people rather than participating in their chaotic social hierarchies. from the sidelines of his college life, he studies popularity like a science and no one fascinates him more than weston brown, the magnetic head cheerleader who seems to control the entire school with a single toss of her hair.
when jungwon discovers weston is about to lose her place on the cheer team, because of failing grades, he has a proposal: he'll tutor her and raise her gpa if she agrees to pretend to be his girlfriend.
to weston, it's an easy agreement. fake dating the quiet honor student would not only be the easiest way to secure her spot at the top of the pyramid, but might even be entertaining - especially when she realizes just how easily she can get under his skin. to jungwon, it's the perfect social experiment... at least until playing the role of her head-over-heels, dotting boyfriend starts to feel a little too natural.
weston brown was only supposed to be a subject in his study.
instead, she's quickly become the variable he can't control, and the one person capable of making the most calculated boy on campus forget the difference between pretending and wanting her for real.
pairing: honor student!jungwon x head cheerleader!oc
fic type: drabble series
genre/tropes: college au. opposites attract. fake dating. psychological romance. nerd x popular girl. social experiment. slow burn. popularity politics. accidental feelings.
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